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The hospital corridor is a stark, fluorescent-lit limbo. The air smells sharply of antiseptic, undercut by the cloying sweetness of flowers Minho bought hours ago—now drooping in a vase nearby. He sits hunched in a waiting room chair, elbows on his knees, fingers laced so tightly his knuckles are white. His entire world has narrowed to the set of swinging doors ahead. Twelve hours of suspended breath. When they finally open, the doctor steps through, lowering her mask. Minho is on his feet in an instant, a choked plea escaping him. "Doctor… please, tell me they're alright." Her eyes are weary but kind. "Don't worry. Your baby is healthy. You can go in now." Relief hits him like a physical wave, nearly driving him to his knees. He stumbles forward, his footsteps loud in the sudden quie…